Everyone has moments when they feel like they aren't good enough. We all want to be loved, to have friends galore, to feel like we're important. When that feeling starts to take over, it can feel like a vortex, consuming us until we can't focus on anything except how we look to everyone else. I seem to feel like that too often. I try too hard to be likeable. I wear the best clothes. I make my hair and makeup look perfect, but the only result is an image in their heads of a ditzy blonde airhead that only cares about how she looks. I'm smarter than they think. I just don't show it very often, so they're surprised when I do. I've never told anyone else this, not even Mara or Nina.
It's not like my life is all bad. I have friends and Sibuna. I just wish they knew who I really am. I feel like I'm only on this planet to give a pretty face and dating advice. They're always brave and determined, while I follow behind out of pure loyalty. They make me feel weak without trying or knowing.
My friends never say anything about me being scared of everything or not being the best at solving the riddles, but I've heard others say it when they don't know I'm listening. I understand the dropped hints about who they think I am, but they don't think I will. They think I'm an idiot. The only way I can stay here and deal with it is to ignore their image of me. I have to block out all their words. Just stand still and look pretty.
Just a random one-shot I came up with listening to "Stand Still, Look Pretty" by The Wreckers. It could've been a song-fic, but I know I'm not the only one that just skips over the song lyrics anyway. I don't own anything from House of Anubis.